Lying propped up
on a large cushion
in my woolly pink
dressing gown
is probably not
how you imagined her.
To be honest
I didn't either.
I rather fancied myself
dancing over hilltops
swirling swords in the air
all yells and flying kicks
or even leading
a mass protest rally
at least strutting my stuff
in trendy denim or leather
anything but like this.
Nevertheless
here I am
a warrior woman
in my pink dressing gown
dozing
or staring into space
watching the trees
through my window.
Imperceptibly
at first
ever so slowly
I am fighting back.
With every act of kindness
towards myself
every refusal
to blame
or despise myself
I strike back
against the men
in grey suits
who don't think
I'm cost effective
the ones in white coats
who don't even believe
I exist
all those too busy
or in too much of a hurry
to notice who I am.
From behind
my drooping eyelids
I am watching
with the stillness
of a lizard or snake.
I have learned
the langour
and stealth
of a tiger
lying in wait
ready to pounce.
So next time
you come across
a woman like me
tired looking
in a pink dressing gown
just because
I'm lying low
don't imagine
I take anything
lying down.
Watch out
I have never been
as slow
or as deadly before.
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